Category Archives: Coversations with Joey

Good question, Joe. Best one. As usual, I have no fucking clue. This has always been the structure of our conversations. After the initial pleasanteries we became too fond of to discard even after decades of intimacy, he’s suddenly come out with a question that defies all answers I could possibly give, then we’d sit on the makeshift bed as some mild, saxophone melody made its way from the ’59 and into the air, slowly sifting the minutes of the evening into little eternities of silence. A contemplative, congenial one, not too uncomfortable to bear, but loaded enough to make you grow. Continue reading →

I wrote about him for a long time. Exclusively almost to the point of saying I was in a monogamous relationship with a character of my own creation. I wrote a lot and I wrote for a long time. I wrote about him. No one could embody everything I used to believe Joey could become. … Continue reading →

„What’s this news you want to talk to me about?“ Joey doesn’t waste any time. He asks the question while entering my apartment as if it were his own, casually removing his shoes in the hall and slumping on the armchair closest to me. I’m equally excited to share my news, so I don’t tell … Continue reading →

„Gosh, Joey, I’m such a stereotype, it’s embarrassing.“ „Huh. Which stereotype is that?“ Just that morning, I’d woken up with the worst hang over headache I’d had in a year or so. Perhaps the celebration of a close friend’s engagement warranted the kind of debauchery that followed the few shots drowned in beer that made … Continue reading →

„Let’s hear it then, what’s this latest emergency about, Missus?“ Joey and me and walking down a dusty path in one of the city’s bigger parks. Summer’s still going strong, weaving the insidious odors of dog excrement and sweat with what little oxygen there is in the humid air. I hate the city in … Continue reading →

„Everything’s better when you’re drunk.“ Joey and me are traipsing dangerously close to the curb when I get a philosophical itch only he can scratch. Figuratively, of course. It’s 2 a.m. in the morning – not late enough to go home for our standards, but still not as early to give up the quest for … Continue reading →

„You know you’re only sleeping with him to make believe someone still loves you, right?“ The friends with benefits term never agreed with Joey, mostly because he thinks friendship has all the benefits to start with, and none of the complications that arise from attempting a sexual relationship. I’ve tried to explain the reasoning behind … Continue reading →